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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 124. Baby Series 3 #143. Takes place immediately following Duck For Cover. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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In The Darkness The yellow eyes… vanished… and reappeared eerily closer to his face. `They really were eyes', some remote portion of his mind whispered and `This was not good', followed close on that thought. He was in a dark room, in fact an almost pitch black room, and there were ghostly eyes staring at him from the darkness. Wu Fei fought the urge to gulp and lost the battle, swallowing through the lump sitting in his throat. The eyes moved, disembodied in the night, bobbing up and down and… Blinking! So much for hoping they were just light reflected from… something. And there was a faint sound in the darkness, a rhythmic, steady, almost rolling beat quickly lost in the sounds of approaching footsteps beyond the room. Someone was investigating the bumps in the night. This was, after all, a royal household now. Security had to keep abreast of every odd movement and sound… Ancestors! Security! He would have to wipe the security footage of that pratfall. He would not have the footage passed around for the amusement of others. What was he to do? Reveal himself to those in the hallway or… stay here with the disembodied eyes? A chill worked its way steadily up Wu Fei's back, which he told himself was caused through the frigid temperatures and had nothing to do with the eerie nature of those horrible floating eyes, or what he surely imagined was a ghostly feather touch across his hand. What was it? It was the same height as he, and if it was not so dark he might be able to make out something of its shape… Ridiculous! What was he, a nervous onna afraid of the dark? It was just…well, there was no such thing as ghosts! Therefore there had to be a simple and reasonable explanation for what it was he was looking at… that was looking back at him… in a dark room… He had to move, that was what he had to do. Move, incite a reaction, force the… Well, what ever it was, to respond. A reasonable course of action. Gah! Those eyes bobbed around, seeming to move toward him and then back away from him. "Meow.' Ancestors! Wu Fei sagged against the door as the eyes blinked once again and a second, quiet meow echoed in the empty room. His knees buckled slowly, lowering him to the floor in relief, his shoulder brushing against the door jam and hitting the light switch, bathing the room in brilliant light. The cat jumped from the head of a bust of Napoleon and wove between Wu Fei's legs, purring in a rapture of feline delight. "Nelson!" The relieved whisper sounded too loud in the room and Wu Fei bent to pick up the cat, snapping the light off in case it should be noted under the door from the hallway outside. "Meow. Purrrr." "Shhhh. You are a cat, you are expected to be stealthy. Exercise silence."
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